Leonidas
The moment I saw Flint again, I knew he was mine.
Flint was my mate. I could have him.
I barely knew how to proceed. Sure, I had been with plenty of human males before, but I had always considered them disposable. Nothing could ever be long term with them and they could never learn about my dragon.
This was different. Flint was different. He'd be mine forever. He was my perfect match in all ways.
How in the fuck would I ever tell him that I was a dragon? That I could breathe fire? That his body would change simply by being in my presence? That he would bear me a child, perhaps many children? That wasn't the sort of thing I could bring up in casual conversation.
Clearly his body recognized my dragon as his as well. He showed all the signs of going into heat, and his scent had turned hot and fertile. My dragon clawed at the surface, ready to claim our mate, take him home to our bed, and never let him leave. But my human side knew better. I knew that I couldn't just throw him over my shoulder and hide him away forever.
“Did you go to school for graphic design?” I asked my little mate over dinner.
The drive to the restaurant had been tense. He’d rolled the window down, and practically hung his head out of it to get the cool night air, but still the heat never abated.
“What was that?” he asked.
“College. Did you go to college for graphic design?”
He squirmed in his seat. The scent of arousal filtered into the air. My mate wanted me. I could smell it on him and it made me want him even more.
“Yes, I did,” he said. “But I never wanted to do the whole marketing thing. So mostly, I just do it for fun. Honestly, I haven't ever felt like I know exactly what I want to do with my life. Sometimes it feels like I've been waiting around for something. I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out sooner or later.”
I know what it is, I thought.
My mate barely touched his food. Mostly, he just pushed it around on his plate. He drank a lot of water and then asked for an additional cup of ice. I was surprised he didn't pour it directly onto his skin.
“Do you feel like it's hot in here?” he asked. “I'm beginning to think that I’ve lost my mind or that I'm getting sick, but I took my temperature earlier and I don't have a fever. Are you hot?”
“Would you like to go home?”
“God No!” he said and then his cheeks pinked. “I mean, I'm having a great time. It's just, I'm burning up over here.”
“Would you like to go back to my place? I might have something that can help.”
“Yes,” he said. “Please. I’d do anything to stop this burning.”
I needed to tell my mate about me, about my dragon, and about his fertility before we took this any further. The drive to my penthouse was quiet. I was unsure of what to say. Flint continued to fan himself with his shirt. At one point, I thought maybe he was going to rip his clothes off. Not that I would have protested, but it would have made it that much harder for me to talk with him.
For all I knew, he could run away screaming after I told him about my dragon. How would I prove it anyways? It's not like I could transform in my apartment. I supposed I could breathe a little fire for him or show him my rapid healing ability.
Once we arrived at my penthouse, I utilized the valet and escorted my mate inside, holding his hand the entire time. His skin burned against mine, and I longed to pull him into my arms, kiss him, breed him, until his heat finally went away.
I wondered what a child of ours would be like. Did he want children? Did he even like children? I suppose those were all good questions to ask before I claimed him, and depending on his answer, I may not be able to claim him.
Surely the Fates wouldn't be that cruel, though. To tell us we had mates out there and then take them away from us like that. God, I hoped this wasn't a test.
We were honorable dragons, which is why we’d been chosen as the last of our kind. We wouldn’t claim our mates without their consent.
Flint adjusted his pants for the umpteenth time. I knew he was aroused. I could smell it on him. I wanted to fix that for him. Take care of him in a way only his mate could.
But not yet. We needed to talk first.
I should have known he wouldn't give me a chance.
I used my key card to unlock the door and we stepped inside. He pounced before I even had the door closed.
“Please,” he said. “I'm so hard right now. Please take me. I want you. I need you. Please. I know you can fix this. I can feel it.” He ground his hips against my leg. His erection burning against me.
Who was I to say no or slow this down? Especially with my mate in my arms, kissing my neck, licking my skin.
I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him. I couldn't wait any longer.
“Goddess. Forgive me,” I said. “I can take care of you, Flint. I promise you won't burn any more.”
I lifted my mate into my arms and he wrapper his legs around my waist. I carried him to my bedroom. He tugged at my clothes, by the time I set him on the bed he had my shirt torn to shreds and my pants undone. I made quick work of removing the rest of my clothes and his.
He splayed out on the bed, pumping his thick cock with his hand as he moaned.
“Take me, Leo. I burn for you.”
I covered his body with my own, nudging his legs apart. He opened for me and when I reached between his legs to his hole, my fingers found him wet with slick. I’ll bet he didn’t even know he could do that.
I inserted two fingers and stretched his hole, his muscles opening for me.
He bucked his hips and thrashed against the mattress. “More, Leo. Want more!”
“You’ll get it, baby. I promise.” Three fingers now.
My cock dripped with pre-cum, ready to fill my mate. I barely held my dragon back from slamming into our mate and pumping him full of our seed until it took root.
Flint’s hand left his dick and went to mine. He pumped, and I nearly lost it. Like a man possessed, or just one who knew exactly what he wanted, he lined up my prick to his hole and locked his legs around my waist, drawing me into him.
Fire burned within me and I buried myself to the hilt inside my mate.
The world shifted and shook as I thrust into him, again and again.
He raked his nails down my back and bucked his hips.
I crushed my lips on his and thrust my tongue into his mouth, getting my first real, full taste of him.
With one last plunge into him, he roared his release, cum shooting between us.
I came next. My cock throbbed as it swelled, knotting us together.
It was something that would only ever happen with my mate, locking my seed in him so it could take root.
Flint’s eyes went wide. “What’s happening?”
“Shh.” I kissed his lips. “Everything’s fine, baby.”
He melted against me, his heat subsided, satisfied by our mating.
Still locked together, I rolled us around so that he was on top of me. He laid his head on my chest, kissing my skin. “I don’t know if this is real or not, but it’s amazing.” His voice was drowsy, far away sounding, and I knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer.
I kissed the top of his head. “It’s real, Flint. Sleep now, we’ll talk in the morning.”
His breathing evened out as he fell asleep.
Once my knot subsided, I slipped out of him and cleaned us up. I climbed in next to him, drawing him to my side.
I smiled knowing I’d never sleep alone again.
My mate.
I’d found him, claimed him, and I’d never let him go.